<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285074369935416987</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:40:05.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>As a mom working full time, My life can get a little crazy. From family functions to chasing around a rambunctious 19 month old, this is my story.... sit back relax and try not to live vicariously!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077704104104482709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfIohTfQaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GChgkL12yV0/S220/1209256243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285074369935416987.post-4062713025869154454</id><published>2008-07-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:31.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 4th came and went........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SG-_D8pL7mI/AAAAAAAAACA/SnopxY2GYwk/s1600-h/psiloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219600567685082722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SG-_D8pL7mI/AAAAAAAAACA/SnopxY2GYwk/s320/psiloveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never cease to be amazed by how fast time flies, another 4th of July gone.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year we broke tradition a little and just stayed home. No crowds, no traffic, no heat. Just me, my mom, and my lil man! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We just cooked hot dogs, and had watermelon, diet Pepsi, and banana splits and hung out in the AC, everyone else can keep their out door activities.....and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;heat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We also watched 'P.s. I love you, and I have to say I fell in love with this movie! -------------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so cute. When I wasn't crying I was laughing, and when I wasn't laughing I was drooling over all the sexy men in that movie! Watch it if you haven't yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So all in all a pretty good day, and now the rest of the weekend, we relaxxx!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285074369935416987-4062713025869154454?l=wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4062713025869154454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285074369935416987&amp;postID=4062713025869154454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/4062713025869154454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/4062713025869154454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-4th-came-and-went.html' title='Another 4th came and went........'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077704104104482709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfIohTfQaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GChgkL12yV0/S220/1209256243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SG-_D8pL7mI/AAAAAAAAACA/SnopxY2GYwk/s72-c/psiloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285074369935416987.post-7848390395211926974</id><published>2008-07-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:32.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxBIhf4D2I/AAAAAAAAABw/C6pow65NmJo/s1600-h/highschool+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218617682902388578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxBIhf4D2I/AAAAAAAAABw/C6pow65NmJo/s320/highschool+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxA518eZ5I/AAAAAAAAABo/R5uh37dekOE/s1600-h/highschool+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218617430693013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxA518eZ5I/AAAAAAAAABo/R5uh37dekOE/s320/highschool+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxAp-EYi4I/AAAAAAAAABg/NFrl2YJB7xg/s1600-h/highschool032-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218617157995760514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxAp-EYi4I/AAAAAAAAABg/NFrl2YJB7xg/s320/highschool032-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since for some odd reason my computer HATES anything to do with the "official" wordless wednesday, and everytime I do anything that has to do with Wordless Wednesday "officially" my computer freezes, I decided I would still do it, and list the website at the bottom instead. I tried to do it offically I really did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But if I had to restart my computer just ooonnnnnne more time I was going to FLIP OUT. So here it is, the officially unofficial "Wordless Wednesday" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;For those of you who have computers that actually work well go to &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/"&gt;http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285074369935416987-7848390395211926974?l=wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7848390395211926974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285074369935416987&amp;postID=7848390395211926974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/7848390395211926974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/7848390395211926974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077704104104482709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfIohTfQaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GChgkL12yV0/S220/1209256243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGxBIhf4D2I/AAAAAAAAABw/C6pow65NmJo/s72-c/highschool+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285074369935416987.post-8528669197856985845</id><published>2008-07-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:34.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats for dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGr3hW7PJHI/AAAAAAAAABI/JFYZ5tmckrQ/s1600-h/highschool+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218255270723921010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGr3hW7PJHI/AAAAAAAAABI/JFYZ5tmckrQ/s320/highschool+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey meat balls, Trader Joe's Organic Marinara, and  Bucati... Bucati is kind of like spagetti only alot thicker, and hollow in the middle like Macaroni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has a completely different texture than spagetti, and really adds a little excitment to the usual pasta dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned out pretty good, Trev really only ate the pasta plain but at least he ate right? And Roy didn't even know the meat balls were made from Turkey and not beef, untill I told him that is.... "I knew there was something different about these things!" RIIIIIIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285074369935416987-8528669197856985845?l=wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8528669197856985845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285074369935416987&amp;postID=8528669197856985845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/8528669197856985845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/8528669197856985845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-for-dinner.html' title='Whats for dinner?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077704104104482709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfIohTfQaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GChgkL12yV0/S220/1209256243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGr3hW7PJHI/AAAAAAAAABI/JFYZ5tmckrQ/s72-c/highschool+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285074369935416987.post-8862572067961442928</id><published>2008-06-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:12:42.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids on......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. NUDITY I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved.  She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, "Mom! That lady isn't wearing a seat belt!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. OPINIONS On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, "The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. KETCHUPA woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar.  During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. MORE NUDITY A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. POLICE # 1 While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years  old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, "Are you a cop?" "Yes," I answered and continued writing the report. "My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?" "Yes, that's right," I told her. Well, then," she said as she extended her foot toward me, "would you please tie my shoe?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;6. POLICE # 2 It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me "Is that a dog you got back there?" he asked. "It sure is," I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, "What'd he do?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;7. ELDERLY While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe this!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;8. DRESS-UP A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, "Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit." "And why not, darling?"  "You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;9. DEATH While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: "Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;10. SCHOOL   A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I'm just wasting my time," she said to her mother. "I can't read, I can't write and they won't let me talk!" 11. BIBLEA littl e boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. "Mama, look what I found," the boy called out. "What have you got there, dear?" With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, "I think it's Adam's underwear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285074369935416987-8862572067961442928?l=wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8862572067961442928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285074369935416987&amp;postID=8862572067961442928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/8862572067961442928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/8862572067961442928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-on.html' title='Kids on......'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077704104104482709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfIohTfQaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GChgkL12yV0/S220/1209256243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285074369935416987.post-90352781042972756</id><published>2008-06-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:35.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfEu14RwQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yzynJ3XX5Bc/s1600-h/pool+party+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217355002348159234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfEu14RwQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yzynJ3XX5Bc/s320/pool+party+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was so much fun! It being Roy's sisters birthday we went to her pool party... It was a perfect day, not too hot, nice and sunny. Trevor had a blast, he LOVES swimming and not to mention being with all of his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also nice to get some QT with Roy as time together these days its pretty scarce, and I always enjoy hanging out with his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we BBQ'd carne asada, hamburgers, and hot dogs, drank a couple beers and just relaxed while Trev played in the pool and enjoyed running around and creating mischeif with his cousin Natalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only problem is I got fried, only the tops of my shoulders and my neck, but it's enough to just be reallly uncomfortable. But it's about damn time I get some color on my pasty ass! At least I was able to get rid of my "farmer's tan" a little bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285074369935416987-90352781042972756?l=wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/90352781042972756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285074369935416987&amp;postID=90352781042972756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/90352781042972756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285074369935416987/posts/default/90352781042972756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwfreebird84-sarah.blogspot.com/2008/06/pool-partay.html' title='Pool partay!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077704104104482709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfIohTfQaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GChgkL12yV0/S220/1209256243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VkVZIBBz1_k/SGfEu14RwQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yzynJ3XX5Bc/s72-c/pool+party+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
